Cast away the dreams,
at the wild stormy skies,
be gentle at the crossing…
of the sun and clouds,
for there lies,
the bohemian dreamers
chasing the crooked paths
of the rainbow.

And when you find all the little pieces
scatter them back to the winds
for they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers
who find themselves in the sky.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels credit goes to original artist
In the cool shade of the lost moors,
Butterflies follow your bohemian soul,
with your eyes watching the sky unfold,
in the soft kisses of the sun.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels